“So, after having the folders on the one hand, and your postal on the other, he could draw his own conclusions, is that right?” Mason asked.
She nodded. “Go ahead,” Mason said.
“Well, naturally, I thought he’d be waiting at the gangplank when I returned. But, a day or two out of port, I realized that I’d been foolish. Pete would never do anything like that. He’s proud and haughty, and Southern.”
“With quite a temper?” Mason asked.
“Lots of it.”
“Jealous?”
“Yes.”
“So what?” Mason inquired.
“Well,” she said, “I’d gone so far I couldn’t surrender. I was going to be pretty short of cash when I landed. Having started out to play the game the way I did, I couldn’t possibly go to work, even if I could get a job. That would be a terrific come-down.”
“So what did you do?” Mason asked.